i met the sweeetest girl
my lonely heart has known,
a kind and gentle hippie girl
who said she'd be my own.
she told me that she liked my poems
and that we ought to talk.
i told her i was way to shy
and i would never call
she said, ' Youre really silly, '
'I can work my charms on you.'
Il erase your saddest memories,
youl be free and happy too.
Il love you like no other,
youl think of me all the time,
in a straw hat and a flower dress
Il be all thats on your mind
but the morning sun
brought only tears
because she was long since gone,
but il never forget the girl I loved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem